Monthly Archives: July 2009

Operation #googlyfarts.

Ladies and Gentlemen, I have never been big on internet trends. I see the internet chiefly as a tool by which I can annoy people (meaning keep in touch) from increasingly long distances as I travel through the real world. But the other day I was engaging in one of my favorite boredom-fighting activities,

Flatulence in Antiquity

From Martin Luther’s 1545 “Depictions of the Papacy”, here we have German peasants expressing their distaste for the fire and brimstone preaching of Pope Paul III by farting directly into it. Now, that seems potentially dangerous, as brimstone is mostly sulfur and already quite noxious, and the flammability of German flatulence (often cabbage-based) is

Things saving my sanity right now: Books. Specifically finishing up Craig Ferguson’s “Between the

Things saving my sanity right now: Books. Specifically finishing up Craig Ferguson’s “Between the Bridge and the River” and starting in on Forrest Griffin’s “Got Fight?”… Can’t do too much moving, liked this picture, it’s all books and the internet right now. Huzzah. RJC

Clutch performing “Texan Book of The Dead” live somewhere or other. I have been recently listenin

Clutch performing “Texan Book of The Dead” live somewhere or other. I have been recently listening to their self-titled album far too much and enjoying it also too much. In a decent amount of pain right now due to potentially broken ribs, so no more posting from me for a while. Though I am stuck

A True Hotel Hell

The Wall Street Journal’s website recently put up a photo set of a new hotel that opened in Sevelen, Switzerland which is being marketed as the world’s first zero-star accomodation. You might be asking yourself “Why on earth would they want zero stars, let alone market it that way?” Frankly I have no idea, but

Another cold sunrise inside my being, consciousness glaring unpleasantly above the ever-breaking

Another cold sunrise inside my being, consciousness glaring unpleasantly above the ever-breaking sea of potential. Dare I dip my mind-toes into it? Looks cold. Get me some psychic hip-waders and I might get something done. RJC

Haven’t we all felt this way? As though, upon emerging from a public bathroom, we will be horribl

Haven’t we all felt this way? As though, upon emerging from a public bathroom, we will be horribly scrutinized? And of course, our mind twists the onlookers into enormous, papier maché headed men in trenchcoats. What I really want to know, though, is what kind of camera the photographer used that allowed this delusion to

The soul-scape of America. Hm. Vinier than I thought it would be. RJC

The soul-scape of America. Hm. Vinier than I thought it would be. RJC

Current conditions inside my brain: Stormy with a 100% chance of electrical activity. Off to clea

Current conditions inside my brain: Stormy with a 100% chance of electrical activity. Off to clean and do ludicrously grown up things like purchase Drain-o and do laundry. Then back here to administer Drain-o and make the bed. My temporary lodging is coming to an end, and I am abuzz with activity. Onto the next

Somehow this accurately sums up how I feel right now. Somewhere between JFK and William Tell’s so

Somehow this accurately sums up how I feel right now. Somewhere between JFK and William Tell’s son… And a partially empty fruit for a head. RJC